It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me
Got scooped by Snoop in a black Cherokee
Daz in the back, Warren G. in the front
Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup
Back up I stack up the weed
Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends
If you talk sh**, I hit you hard as I can
You talk sh** once but never again
Well, I'm back with the bubonic chronic sack for that a**
So all my doggs pack the back, laced his a**
To the fullest feeling I'm feelin you never could feel
While your mind is comin where your body is chill
As I mob with tha pound and my n***a Nate Dogg
Not flaggin, not saggin, but havin a ball
Yo, saw y'all motherf**ers wanna see like doggs
Wanna be like doggs, but can't compare to doggs
It's like one to the two, two to the three
K to the U-R-U-P-T
In fact, I steps with a tech in the back
In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap
And I once knew a n***a named Dr. Dre
He was a baller from the motherf**ing CPT(a baller from the CPT)
He hooked up with the n***as from the LBC
And now they f**in up the whole rap industry
Well, check it out, and peep game on the one they call Dat n***a Daz
An OG straight puttin it down for the Eastside(right)
But this is just a dove sack of dope
So till yo a** dopes this mo
Now, you can't see my mothaf**in homies from the CPT
And you can't see my mothaf**in doggs from the LBC
Check this flow, Hoover ain't the word to describe me, n***a
Remember, I'm murderin n***as as a hobby
Bodies get battered for f**in with the best dogg dump
With the tech-n-terror to f**in chest start
Do I give a f** (hell no) I'm a locc n***a
Who you tryin to provoke(n***a) step up, get smoked n***a
Get the strap in the back I'm rollin and a bumpin
n***as talk sh** I won't write and start dumpin
Uh, who play the role like the G's
Punk a** middle f**in mark n***as, please
Murder in the first degree
I step with a tech, burst and flee
You'll find none worst than me
See, motherf**ers murdered and mangled, strangled
Our b**hes like a bangled
Take ya from a whole different angle
b**hes, I'm never sympin, You'll see me pimpin
I step the clip in, bust a cap
Watch them fall flat on they back
Like this and like that from an automatic strap
So for tryin the techno
Respect I gets wrecked with a Glock
And it just don't stop
I check every n***a known that's tryin to check me
I wreck microphones verbally, respect me
I'm off to the sto(re) to get me a fo(ur)
Oh, so I'm headed out the door
Now as I roll with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood
On a mission up to no good
We don't love you b**h
After we finish diggin
Tha Pound's about that dollar and takin no sh**
From the busta a** n***as, Bell it out sh**
Trick, recognize game when it slaps your face
See I ain't no fzzzake, I take you to the next stzzzage
One time can't trzzzace, now why you punk twice
Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time
Waitin for the n***a to come bust a dogg rhyme
So motherf**ers throw your hands in the air
And get your proper groove on like you don't care
See I don't love them hoes
I like a bu*ta nose
Keep my mind on my money, that's just how my money flows
And so
How, I thought you knew, but now you know
Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin
Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin